The Distant Promise

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The fog rolled in from the harbor like a living thing, swallowing the cobblestones whole. I stood on the dock, my boots sinking into the wet wood, watching the silhouette of the *Ironclad* dissolve into the grey mist. It was not a ship I had ever seen before, yet I knew it. I knew it with the certainty of a bone breaking. My name is Arthur Vane. I am a professor of history at the University of...

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